I sit in my favorite Maryville coffeehouse, the Board Game Cafe, and watch the rain outside.
I love rain. I love gloomy skies and the hiss of car tires on the pavement. I love gentle rain misting the garden. I love watching gullywashers as the torrent of raindrops sheet across the street. I love the patter of the raindrops on the metal garage roof and the boom of the thunderclaps. I love the feeling of resignation I get when I'm so drenched there's no use in dodging the raindrops anymore and I love the warmth of the indoors.
Rain reminds us that we don't have total control of our lives, and that's a welcome realization to me. We plan, and then we miss something, like what to do when the picnic is rained out, or whether we packed an umbrella in the car. Not only do we not have to be perfect, but we can't be perfect, because we can't predict everything.
Like, for example, the rain.
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